Deep, Deep Is My Love

Deep, deep as my love, starring Mr. Lloyd Bridges. A tale well calculated to keep you in. A man's got a right to be alone once in a while. It isn't too much to ask, a couple of hours of solitude in the weekends, poking around a sea bottom with an air tank on your back.

Joy sent me the rest of the time, waking and sleeping. That was all right. She was a good kid, and I loved it. But I made one bad mistake. I taught her to skin dive.

Now she even wanted to be with me underwater. Darling? Yes, dear. Why not? Why can't I dive with you? Please. What could I tell her? That today I had to dive alone, return alone to the deep to see if I'd gone insane, to see if the beauty below was real or as false as the colors of a kelp fish,

to see if the girl was real? No, no, of course she wasn't. And yet, I had to go, and alone, I had to be sure. It's, uh, well, a dangerous current set here. I'm as good as skinned diver as you.

You said so yourself, and George is bringing some gear for me, problem. No, George. Hand me my fins, will ya? Here. If it's too dangerous, I don't want you out there. George said you went too deep last week anyway.

He went just as deep as I did. Looking for you, he said he'd got a touch of narcosis. are coasters, ruptures of the deep. Too much nitrogen in the blood at too great a depth.

Anytime or even a pro could get it below 100 feet. They say it's a kind of ecstasy, but it could be a deadly ecstasy, blurring you downward and downward, spiraling through the swaying greens, through the sapphire blues, to the depths where all was black and white.